It’s so foggy this morning that it looks like the sun’s never going to cut through.
During our Plum Day jam-making activity, a couple of the jars didn’t gel. This happens sometimes, for a few different reasons. It’s still sealed and safe, just sloshy.
Some of them can be repaired, by re-boiling and adding some sugar and pectin. It’s a good foggy-morning thing to do when you don’t feel like typing.
A few of them gel afterward, but those that don’t will be fantastic on ice cream.
Holy cow, By the time I’m done, the sun has actually started to poke through. I’m meeting with some very smart friends at the Presidio today to talk about the rules of telekinetic basketball, mostly just for fun.
By the time we’re done, the sun is victorious.
There’s time to play at the golf course, but as the afternoon gets late, the fog starts winning the battle again. Half an hour later, people are reaching for their jackets.
Random assertion: Cats know where the sunbeams are going to be, and what they’re for.
Steganographic data: 1814/4.1